Loving Perhaps More

I am not looking for love

nor, to drown in yours.

I am looking for peace,

kindness, integrity,

and the

uncomplicated inclusion

of good mind.

I value silence over music,

and contemplative

thought

over drama

canned or real.

I celebrate my physical freely

and devoid of shame;

or, the

the holy grail

of possessiveness.

I am not seeking love;

for the world is

overflowing

with it in its

guise of reality with

our machinations

of defining it,

quantifying it,

and attempting to

possess of and dispense of it.

Am I in the least heartless

because I would

find use of

things and those who

provide the avail or offering

of harmony, satisfaction,

use and tranquility

of pleasuring,

delight, or the

mirth of contentment and awe?

No, I am neither

heartless, nor unloving.

I simply do not

fit the cubed box

of your Velcro constructs.

Perhaps, and supposed

comfortably in my beliefs,

I love far more

than less.